Marked by Her Bull

It was a beautiful Sunday evening. You'd spent most of the day on a hike with your wife. You enjoyed nature and the view of the waterfall that marked the conclusion of the hike. You thoroughly enjoyed that your wife was inspired to pull you into the woods, lean up against a tree, and push you to your knees to worship her sweaty pussy for a little before you hiked back to the parking lot.

You enjoyed the way she teased your caged cock on the drive back home. You enjoyed that halfway there she called her bull and told him she wanted to see him that night. You enjoyed that she let you shower with her once you got home, that she let you wash her lithe, fit body and worship her pussy from your knees once more. You enjoyed that she let you dress her in a lingerie set that she'd recently bought for her bull.

You weren't permitted to get dressed. Instead, your wife brought out the chair. The sturdy wooden chair that has cuffs for your hands and legs installed on it. The chair that she puts at the foot of the bed so you can watch while bound, which removes any temptation to play with your locked up cock or those aching balls of yours.

She put you in the chair and locked you into the cuffs. You tested them - as always - and found that they were just as sturdy as usual. Your wife then spun around and sat in your lap. She rubbed her panty-clad ass over your cock, offering up a lap dance while moaning. She made your dick ache in its cage and you instinctively pulled against the cuffs because you desperately wanted to touch her, to cup her breasts in their delicate lace bra, to run your fingers between her legs to play with her pussy.

You were denied all of that, of course. Instead, your cock ached in its cage while your wife turned up the heat on your arousal before getting up, spinning around, and giving you a deep kiss as she caressed your balls.

"I'll be back in a little bit," she said softly.

With that, your wife sauntered out of the room in her lingerie, stockings, and heels. When she returned, her bull would be with her and you'd be cuffed to the chair and made to watch as another man fucked your wife.

First, though, you listened. You listened as the doorbell rang. You listened as your wife welcomed him to your home. You heard the faint sounds of kissing. You heard her moan. You expected they'd come to the bedroom right away, but they didn't. For a few minutes you didn't hear much of anything. Then his moans floated down the hallway and into the bedroom. His moans and only his moans. You knew what that meant.

Your wife was sucking her bull's cock. He was probably sitting on your couch with your beautiful wife on her knees in front of him. He was probably looking down at her and running his fingers through her hair while she sucked his cock in a slow, worshipful manner, which is how she tended to offer him oral pleasure. Your wife was sucking another man's cock and you were chastised and bound to a chair in your bedroom.

Eventually, the moaning stopped. Not long after, the distinct sound of her heels on hardwood announced your wife and her bull's imminent arrival in the bedroom.

He was naked and hard as they stepped inside. His cock was still slick with her saliva and on his face was a look of lust. He was a man on the verge of fucking a beautiful woman so of course he was brimming with desire.

"Hey, cuck," he said.

He'd seen you in the chair before. Numerous times, in fact. It always brought a smile to his face and this time was no different. You hated that smile. That smile that made it perfectly clear that he thought of himself as superior to you. Of course, you were the one cuffed to a chair and he was the one about to fuck your wife, so it was hard to argue with his assumption.

"Don't be rude," your wife said in response to your refusal to greet her bull.

You looked at him and said, "Hey."

"Aww, don't pout," your wife replied. "In fact, you need to be polite or I'll put a blindfold on you and a ball gag in your mouth."

You took a deep breath, looked at your wife's bull, and said, "It's good to see you again. And, as always, I wanted to thank you for giving my wife the kind of pleasure that I'm incapable of offering her."

He stepped behind your wife, took one of her breasts in his hand and pushed his fingers into her panties, eliciting a moan as she leaned into him. "It's my pleasure, cuck," he replied with that same smile.

Your wife crawled into the bed and rolled onto her back, giving you a view of her body in profile. She turned her head, smiled at you, and said, "I want you to enjoy watching him fuck me. I want you to enjoy every second of it. I want you to focus on my pleasure, and on his. That's why I locked you up. Now you don't have to think about your pleasure at all. You can sit there and be a good cuckold and focus absolutely all your attention on me and the man I've chosen to satisfy me."

He crawled on top of her. He kissed his way up her body. Their lips met and she ran her hands down his back and grabbed his ass. She found his cock and their tongues mingled while she rubbed it over the head of her pussy. You watched it disappear inside her before he laid his body on top of hers. He grabbed her hands and slowly pushed them above her head. She smiled and kissed him, but he turned his lips away and smiled.

"Tell me what you want," he said.

"I want you to fuck me," she replied.

He pulled out and slammed his cock back into her.

"I want you to fuck me hard," your wife said.

He pulled out and pounded her twice more.

"Please," she pleaded.

He pulled out and slowly filled her again.

"Please, fuck me," your wife begged. "Fuck my pussy. Fuck my tight little married pussy. Fuck it like you own it."

He smiled, kept her hands pinned to the bed with one hand and grabbed one of her breasts with the other. He squeezed hard and she winced before a lusty smile spread across her face. Their eyes met and a moment later he gave your wife the pounding she clearly craved.

You'd seen it before, of course, but it never failed to impress you. As embarrassing as it was, it was so clear he fucked your wife in a vastly different manner than you ever had. He generated more power. He was far more comfortable taking control of the sex and subtly dominating her while giving her exactly what she needed. It probably helped that he was taller, a little better looking, and far stronger than you. Oh, and of course his big cock helped.

"Stretch my pussy!" she cried out. "Stretch my tight little cunt!"

She loves his thickness. She loves his length. She loves how he makes her feel like she's being stretched out every time he fucks her. She loves the fullness and depth he brings. She loves how his cock makes her feel. She loves that it makes her feel better than your cock does.

As always, your wife's first orgasm arrived quickly. You felt intense arousal and a touch of anxiety as you watched her cum with his cock inside her. Your cock ached and leaked in its cage and your pulse raced. You wished you were free so you could at least play with your chastised dick, but that wasn't your choice to make.

He pulled out and your wife pushed him into his back on your side of the bed. He rested his head against your pillow and you saw his stiff dick pointing skywards. Then your wife crawled between his legs and you saw her perfect ass and her slick, freshly-fucked pussy. You saw her head drop into his lap. You saw her take him in her mouth. You saw her suck her pussy juices off of his incredibly thick shaft.

She crawled forward, straddled him, and took his cock inside her. She rode him slow at first, but as her moans got louder she moved faster. You watched from your chair. You watched her pussy lips cling to his cock. You watched him stretch her out. You saw how wet her pussy made his shaft. You watched all of it while your cock throbbed in its chastity cage and your body desperately wished it wasn't cuffed to the chair so you could crawl closer, so you could lick her ass while she rode him, so you could appreciate the sounds of her wet pussy being stretched.

She had her second orgasm in just a few minutes on top. She threw her head back, grabbed her tits, and screamed in pleasure as her pussy pulsed around his fat dick.

When she was finished, your wife lifted her pussy from his cock, got out of the bed, and walked towards you. She stopped a few feet in front of your chair, bent over, and rested her hands on your thighs.

"Did you enjoy watching me cum on his cock?" she asked.

You nodded.

She ran her fingers up your thigh and grasped your caged dick as her bull got out of the bed and approached. "So you like watching a superior man satisfy me. Is that right?"

You nodded. It wasn't pure enjoyment on your part. There was a hint of pain with it, the kind of pain that so many cuckolds deal with. That pain aided in your pleasure to a certain degree, though, a fact that your wife was well aware of.

Her bull stepped behind your wife, put a hand on her lower back, and slipped his cock inside her. She moaned and then looked at you and smiled.

"He's inside me," she said. "He's so deep inside me. Do you want him to fuck me from behind?"

"Yes," you answered.

"You want him to use my pussy for his pleasure?" she asked. "You want him to fuck your wife until his big cock is ready to explode?"

"Yes, please," you said. You looked at him as your wife teased your balls and your locked cock. "Please, fuck my wife. Fuck her from behind. Fuck her while I stare into her eyes."

"With pleasure, cuck," he said.

He fucked your wife while you stared into her eyes. You watched her mouth open wide so she could moan. You saw her smile. You saw her bite her lower lip in that hugely seductive manner as he fucked her harder. You saw your wife take pleasure in getting pounded doggystyle by a strong, well-hung man who was using her pussy with great vigor in pursuit of his orgasm.

"Do you want him to cum inside me?" she asked.

"Yes, please," you replied.

"Do you want me to let you clean his mess out of me, cuck?" she asked.

"Yes, I do," you replied as your dick throbbed painfully in the chastity cage.

He fucked her harder. You glanced at his face to see that it looked like he was getting close. Really close.

"Too bad," your wife said. "Because he wants to mark you, cuck."

"What?" you asked.

Her bull grunted and pulled out. Your wife stood up and stepped to the side. He stepped closer and your wife wrapped her fingers around his thick, slippery cock and stroked him slowly.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

"My bull wants to mark you, cuck," she said. "He wants to cover you in his cum. He wants to show you that you're less of a man than he is. He wants to make a mess of my husband while I watch, and the idea turns me on."

She teased the head of his cock and you imagined it erupting all over you. You were equal parts aroused and agitated by the idea, and you weren't particularly thrilled that your wife seemed to find it arousing, though it shouldn't have surprised you. After all, she'd taken to handcuffing you to a chair while you watched another man fuck her, so she was clearly the sort of hotwife that was aroused by her husband's humiliation.

"Are you ready to mark my cute little cuck?" your wife asked. "Are you ready to shower his body in your cum? Are you ready to cover that pathetic little dick of his with your hot load?"

"Fuck yes," her bull said with lust in his eyes.

Your wife aimed his dick at yours. You stared in horror as the head turned a shade of purple and swelled up. You watched his balls tighten and leap in their sack. You heard him moan loudly.

His cock erupted. A huge volley of cum leapt from the tip and landed across your caged cock and balls. The liquid felt hot as it touched your flesh and the sense of humiliation was instantaneous as your wife laughed in delight while her bull moaned in pleasure.

She stroked him through the rest of his orgasm, luring more and more cum out of him. More shots landed on your cock and in your pubic hair. They hit your stomach and chest. A small part of one even landed on your chin, making your head snap back hard enough that you slammed it against the chair.

When her bull was finished, your wife ran her finger over the tip of his dick to gather the last few drops of cum and then leaned in and rubbed it over your lips.

"You look pathetic," she said with a smile. "I like it. You look exactly as you should. I think I'll have him mark you more often, cuck. After all, he's the superior man that satisfies your wife while you let me lock you up so you can watch like a little bitch."

She dropped to her knees, took her bull's cock in her mouth, and sucked him for half a minute as he smiled. Then, your wife stood, took his hand, and led him out of the bedroom.

"What about me?" you called out.

"He's going to fuck me again," she said. "We'll be back in a little bit. Until then, try and stay comfortable, cuck."

There was literally nothing you could do. You'd be covered in his cum and cuffed to that chair for as long as your wife desired it.

You were humiliated, but you were turned on. There was no denying that, and some part of you hoped that he'd mark you again before the night was over.

Even when it hurts, it's good to be a cuck.